ExoShaneey

Silvermist Evermore never belonged. Born to unloving parents and cast aside, she had long accepted that life would never offer her warmth—until she was chosen as an apprentice at Moonstone Academy, a place where magic breathes and fate is written in the stars.

But her arrival comes with a price. In an act of betrayal and manipulation, Silvermist shatters Frost's staff, the formidable Winter Guardian, unraveling a secret that should have remained buried.

 Now, bound by an ancient rule, she must take its place—not as a mere apprentice, but as something far more dangerous: Frost’s human staff, the living embodiment of his power.

As Silvermist struggles to navigate the treacherous halls of Moonstone, she discovers that Guardians without apprentices are doomed to vanish, and the balance of the four seasons—Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter—hangs by a thread. But the shadows whisper a greater truth: a war looms on the horizon, fueled by the Sandman’s wrath and a hidden enemy who has been pulling the strings all along.

Haunted by cryptic dreams, hunted by those who seek to use her, and betrayed by those she once trusted, Silvermist must uncover the truth behind her own existence before she loses herself to the very storm she was forced to wield.

Can she survive the weight of Winter, or will she be the final snowfall that buries them all?

FROST

The realization settled like a punch in the gut.

It wasn't just the two ethereal beings standing before them, posing like they had just stepped out of a limited edition Moonlit Gucci campaign — oh no, that would've been too easy.

When the dark clouds peeled back and the moon spilled silver light over the misted forest, the truth came crawling out like a bad omen.

Perched on twisted branches were dozens of elves — long-limbed, lean, and deathly silent, their bows drawn tight, glinting under the pale light. Eyes sharper than any human's, ears pointed like cursed little devils. They blended so perfectly with the forest that if the moon didn't betray them, they would've gone unseen until all of them were skewered like kebabs.

Sebastian's breath caught in his throat.

"Well... at least if we die here... we die with honor because—" he paused, flicking mud off his sleeve, "—what the fuck is this?"

The Demon's Gaze